okay so shall we celebrate the reopening of BP with a couple new stories?
some background info: i live with my adult son (if 20 yrs old counts as an adult
). caleb (M2) has alot of emotional baggage so he fears and hates ALL males.
so i was harassing son (aka THE BOY) asking him when he plans to pay his rent that was due 4 days earlier.
Me: son, am i going to have to send a Cockatoo to your room to pull out your fingernails to get your rent outta you??
son: no, i'll pay it tomorrow
Me: huh! we'll see.
<son walks outside... door closes>
Caleb: <happy voice>okay love ya! <lower, deep voice> gotta throw him out!
background: each morning skittles sits on his kitchen play gym as i prepare the birdie breakfast bowls. to tide him over while he waits he gets half a grape and then a bit of apple. in my attempt to teach him words for objects, i say what i'm handing him as i hand it to him.
me: <offering grape> here skittles. grape.
skittles: <snatches grape, slings it across the room> NO!!!! AP-PLE!
me:
okay then <hands him a bit of apple instead>
background: ollie (amazon) loves to set up ambushes for son (aka THE BOY). he is JUST PLAYING. son cant touch ollie, tho. ollie cant fly.
set the scene: me and son sitting on sofa watching a movie. skittles sitting on my knee. ollie on the floor 'foraging'.
ollie scavenging under skittles play gym. well there's poop paper on the floor under it. of course we dont want ollie getting into that. i have my hands full of macaw, so it falls to son to avert the possible contamination.
son: ollie leave that paper alone!
ollie: <moan, moves closer to paper>
son: no ollie! do NOT mess with that!
ollie: <moan louder, reaches for poop paper with his beak>
son: <without getting off sofa stretches out and reaches for paper to move it away from ollie>
ollie: <leaps up a full foot and forward about another foot, moans loudly, flaps wings, as he lunges at son>
son: <snatches back hand>
ollie: <waddles away laughing maniaclly> heh heh heh heh
mean old man
